And, by the way, possess thee what she is. Dio. Fair lady Cressid, So please you, save the thanks this prince expects : You shall be mistress, and command him wholly. Dio. Tro. Come, to the port.-I'll tell thee, Diomed, [Exeunt Troilus, Cressida, and Diomedes. Par. Hark! Hector's trumpet. Ene. How have we spent this morning! The prince must think me tardy and remiss, That swore to ride before him to the field. Par. "Tis Troilus' fault: Come, come, to field with him. Dei. Let us make ready straight. Ene. Yea, with a bridegroom's fresh alacrity, Let us address to tend on Hector's heels: [Exeunt. SCENE V. The Grecian Camp. Lists set out. Enter AJAX, armed; AGAMEMNON, ACHILLES,PATROCLUS, MENELAUS, ULYSSES, NESTOR, and others. Agam. Here art thou in appointment fresh and fair, Anticipating time with starting courage. Give with thy trumpet a loud note to Troy, Ajax. Out-swell the cholic of puff'd Aquilon : Come, stretch thy chest, and let thy eyes spout blood ; Thou blow'st for Hector. Ulyss. No trumpet answers. Achil. [Trumpet sounds. "Tis but early days. Agam. Is not yon Diomed, with Calchas' daughter? Ulyss. 'Tis he, I ken the manner of his gait; He rises on the toe: that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth. Enter DIOMEDES, with CRESSIDA. Agam. Is this the lady Cressid? Dio. Even she. Agam. Most dearly welcome to the Greeks, sweet lady. Nest. Our general doth salute you with a kiss. "Twere better, she were kiss'd in general. Nest. And very courtly counsel: I'll begin. So much for Nestor. Achil. I'll take that winter from your lips, fair lady: Achilles bids you welcome. Men. I had good argument for kissing once. Patr. But that's no argument for kissing now: Ulyss. O deadly gall, and theme of all our scorns! Men. O, this is trim! Patr. Paris, and I, kiss evermore for him. Men. I'll have my kiss, sir:-Lady, by your leave. Cres. I'll make my match to live, The kiss you take is better than you give; Therefore no kiss. Men. I'll give you boot, I'll give you three for one. Cres. No, Paris is not; for, you know, 'tis true, Cres. No, I'll be sworn. Ulyss. It were no match, your nail against his horn.→ May I, sweet lady, beg a kiss of you? Cres. You may. Ulyss. I do desire it.. Why, beg then. Ulyss. Why then, for Venus' sake, give me a kiss, When Helen is a maid again, and his. Cres. I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. Nest. A woman of quick sense. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts And daughters of the game. All. The Trojans' trumpet. [Trumpet within. Yonder comes the troop. Enter HECTOR, armed; ENEAS, TROILUS, and other TROJANS, with Attendants. Ene. Hail, all the state of Greece! what shall be done To him that victory commands? Or do you purpose, A victor shall be known? will you, the knights Shall to the edge of all extremity Pursue each other; or shall they be divided By any voice or order of the field? Hector bade ask. Agam. Which way would Hector have it? Ene. He cares not, he'll obey conditions. The knight oppos'd. Ene. If not Achilles, sir, If not Achilles, nothing. Ene. Therefore Achilles : But, whate'er, know this ;In the extremity of great and little, Valour and pride excel themselves in Hector; The other blank as nothing. Weigh him well, Re-enter DIOMEDES. Agam. Here is sir Diomed:-Go, gentle knight, Stand by our Ajax: as you and lord Æneas Consent upon the order of their fight, So be it; either to the uttermost, Or else a breath: the combatants being kin, Half stints their strife before their strokes begin. [Ajax and Hector enter the Lists. Ulyss. They are oppos'd already. Agam. What Trojan is that same that looks so heavy? Ulyss. The youngest son of Priam, a true knight; Not yet mature, yet matchless; firm of word; Speaking in deeds, and deedless in his tongue; Not soon provok'd, nor, being provok'd, soon calm'd: His heart and hand both open, and both free; For what he has, he gives, what thinks, he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty, Nor dignifies an impair thought with breath: Manly as Hector, but more dangerous; For Hector, in his blaze of wrath, subscribes To tender objects; but he, in heat of action, Is more vindicative than jealous love: They call him Troilus; and on him erect A second hope, as fairly built as Hector. Thus says Æneas; one that knows the youth Even to his inches, and with private soul, Did in great Ilion thus translate him to me. [Alarum. Hector and Ajax fight. Agam. They are in action. Tro. Awake thee! Hector, thou sleep'st; [Trumpets cease. Agam. His blows are well dispos'd:-there, Ajax! Dio. You must no more. Ene. Princes, enough, so please you. Ajax. I am not warm yet, let us fight again. Hect. Why then, will I no more :- Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, A cousin-german to great Priam's seed; Were thy commixion Greek and Trojan so, |